"Stop asking what you shouldn't ask."

Wang Zheng's pupils shrank a few times, and coldly screamed.

Wang Ai immediately shrank his neck and stopped talking, but he was still curious about Ning Xiaofan's true identity.

Because of the terrifying aura in the hotel corridor last night, Elder Wang Zheng was so scared that he didn't dare to go out, but Wang Fan could actually fight him!

He was almost certain now that Wang Fan was definitely not from his Wang family! Eighty-mostly, he was the helper found by the head of the family from outside.

‘He has such poor grades today. It is probably because he was seriously injured after fighting with the master yesterday?’ Wang Ai thought to himself.

Soon, a yacht came to pick them up on the vast sea.

But at this time, a group of people walked towards them.

"Elder Wang Zheng."

A kind laugh sounded. The Wang family turned their heads and saw that the leader was an old man in his seventies, with a white beard and white head, wearing a elegant robe, followed by six or seven young children.

"The elder of the Ning family, Ning Wangjiang?"

When Wang Zheng saw the old man in a robe, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes and immediately put his fists on his face.

"Elder Ning, I haven't seen each other for many days, how can I be in good health?"

"Haha, how can those who practice martial arts have bad health?" Ning Wangjiang smiled. Even though he is nearly 70 years old, he has extraordinary momentum and is more energetic than many young people.

But instead, a hint of embarrassment appeared on his face and said, "This... Elder Wang Zheng is like this. The ship that originally picked us up accidentally overturned on the sea. So, I wonder if I can go back with your boat, of course, we can pay."

"What did the Great Elder say!" Wang Zheng waved his hand, "Jojo is just a little help, please get on the boat!"

"Thank you."

Ning Wangjiang clasped his fists, and everyone in the Ning family behind him breathed a sigh of relief.

The Wang family's ship is a yacht with hundreds of people carrying people, and it can easily accommodate more than a dozen members of the Ning family.

Both of the twelve-generation families in Yanjing, the relationship between the Wang family and the Ning family has always been good. Ning Wangjiang and Wang Zheng have also met several times, so they can be considered friends.

"Huh? Elder, it seems that no one from your Ning family will participate in this medicine refining conference?"

While chatting at the bow of the boat, Wang Zheng suddenly remembered something.

Ning Wangjiang shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Brother Zheng, you don't know that our Ning family mainly practices martial arts. There is only one special third-grade alchemist in the clan. The old man has never paid much attention to the training of alchemists."

"So that's it." Wang Zheng nodded suddenly.

"It's your Wang family, this time, a good seedling has emerged...haha." Ning Wangjiang said, turning his eyes to a young man in white clothes on the yacht robe.

Ning Xiaofan looked lonely, sitting cross-legged on the canopy alone, so lonely that the sea breeze was blowing.

The other families of Ning and Wang were in groups of three or five, and they were so out of place.

"This child looks very worried." Ning Wangjiang asked with a frown.

"To be honest, this child was actually found by the head of the family from a clan in the northwest. He doesn't talk much to us, and he is mysterious and mysterious." Wang Zheng said.

"Genius is always lonely."

Ning Wangjiang laughed.

Suddenly, Ning Xiaofan, who was sitting in the tent, turned his head and looked at Ning Wangjiang.

Those eyes were sharp, cold, lonely, as if they were carrying huge secrets.

"This child is not simple."

Ning Wangjiang narrowed his eyes.

Ning Xiaofan looked at him for a while and then turned his gaze to the sea again. No one knew what he was thinking about...

Guzhou Pharmacy Conference, the third round.

The atmosphere of tens of thousands of Chinese audiences in the Dan Hall was depressed, but there were thousands of Japanese people. They all rushed to cheer for the White Bird Soseki.

"Sushikun, come on!!"

"Crush them!"

"Long live the Great Japanese Empire!"

The Japanese audience was in a tide, and with the power of a thousand people alone, they resisted the insults and roars of tens of thousands of Chinese audiences.

On the field.

After the bluestone platform was rearranged, there were only ten left.

On the left side of Shiraki Soshishi is the alchemist He Nehru of the Indian Kingdom, and on the right side is Ning Xiaofan.

"Wang Fanjun, I have always forgotten to say thank you for what happened that night."

During the preparation period, Shiroshiki sent a voice to Buning Xiaofan not far away.

"You have already said it." Ning Xiaofan responded lightly.

"No, different. Thank you that night was for saving your life." Shirago Soseki smiled and said, "The thank you just now was for the championship of this medicine conference. If it weren't for you, I might not have stood here and won the championship position."

"hehe."

Ning Xiaofan smiled and turned his head slightly, "White Bird Soseki, you seem to be very confident?"

"certainly."

Shiraki Washi was confident and sighed, "In order to win the championship, you can't imagine what kind of torture I experienced. How heavy expectations I had on my shoulders. This championship should be mine, and it must be mine!"

"It's useless to say more." Ning Xiaofan twisted his neck, "Let me see the truth."

"oh?"

Bainiao Shushi curled his mouth, "Is Wang Fanjun finally going to show his true strength?"

Ning Xiaofan did not answer him.

Because with Zuo Moye's order, the third round of the medicine meeting had already begun!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!...

Nine spirit flames of different colors bloomed out of the hands of the nine contestants at the same time, and a hot high temperature filled the audience!

However, there was one person who remained unmoved.

It's Shiraki Soseki!

I saw him holding his arms, with a faint smile on his lips, looking at his opponent around, and a faint word "hum" came out of his nose.

A group of mediocre talents!

"What do you mean by this guy?"

"The Japanese boy is too arrogant!"

"Goddess Qingxuan, Jiang Chi, and Qin San Shao, fuck him to death!"

"Damn, I can't bear it!"

"Did you rush up with me and kill him!!"

The audience was furious!

Everyone can see that Shirato Soseki is deliberately making other players.

The third round of assessment is to refine a fourth-grade low-grade pill, "Xuanling Pill", and the evaluation results are determined based on time and quality.

And Shiroshiki, deliberately wasting time, as if saying: Spicy chicken, I will ask you for a few minutes, and you are no match for me.

Now.

Jiang Chi's lungs were almost irritated!!

If he hadn't finished the game, he swears that he would rush up and tear the Dongy Dog!!!

"Is Soseki no problem?"

On the Japanese seat.

Muto Yuhiko frowned, feeling a little worried.

Shirato Temple smiled proudly, "Sir, even if you look at it."

...

A full minute passed.

Shiroyuki Soshiro yawned, spread his right hand and a ball of dazzling silver flame rose up and threw it into the furnace.

He rolled up a four-leaf purple spirit flower with his left hand and threw it into the furnace. The purple flower melted at an astonishing speed under the silver flames, and the dripping medicine liquid was dragged down by the Qi-controlling technique...

A series of operations can be called smooth flowing water, killing 97% of the alchemists in the alchemy hall in seconds!!

Although other contestants tried hard to speed up, Shiraki Soseki was the first to complete the "Xuanling Pill".

"Swish!"

A green emerald green light lit up first.

"Acknowledge it all...ha~"
Chapter completed!